Katy Perry, the John Ruskin for our age.
Katy Perry, the John Ruskin for our age.
Sweet! I have a "Faster Pussycat" t-shirt that I believe is helping to improve civil rights across the globe.
"Her mouth is not a virgin." Carly should have made it to the final 3 on the strength of this comment alone! Come on Chris! Also I am sad Jade is gone. She was one of my faves.
"Hey, kids! Wanna look like an uninspired lemming? Wanna play boho-dress-up for the weekend without any of the thrifting? Wanna make people think you're a free-spirit chick instead of an uptight basic? We've got you covered!
I'm actually curious about whether we've entered an age where human males prefer images that more closely resemble video game characters than living human females.
Right there with you. Gilda has always given me the feels, because my mom's best friend (also a Radner) died of breast cancer just a few years after Gilda. She was my mom's "soul sister," and so as I grew up, she and Gilda were inextricably linked for me. Many of the women in their family had died of cancer, and…
Usually when a celebrity dies I'll think it's sad but I won't MISS them. I missed Phil Hartman for years.
She was a pioneer.
the Californians went on for (approximately) 5 hours
I d0n't know how it's possible to have strong feelings about someone who died when you were three years old, but every mention of Gilda Radner in the show tonight really hit me in the feels.
Change two words, and that heading perfectly describes my sex life.
I just started dating this guy a few weeks ago. We met up for drinks last night, 4 blocks from my apartment. He drove, but I walked. When we left the bar, I invited him back to my place, and he asked me to drive his car (since he had waaay more drinks than I did).
Here's the biggest lie/deception that I ever perpetuated on my parents ...
My mom still thinks the tramp stamp I got 17 years ago is henna that I keep getting redone. You believe what you want to believe.
Krissy, is that you?
technically, this wasn't a lie, more of a deception, but here goes. I was born in another country but went to university in Australia. Because I didn't have permanent residency status, I was on a student visa, I was only allowed to work 20 hours a week. My classes started, and I was desperate to find a job. My savings…
When I was in high school, I had a best friend named Christine. One time, we went to the beach and on the way back we stopped at our favorite coffee shop to see our friends that hung out there. I had to get home by a certain time and she had driven, but she didn't want to leave so I had to call my Mom to pick me up.…
Once, in a fit of drunken derring-do, at the height of Riverdance mania, I convinced an entire bar in France that I was an accomplished Irish step dancer. I've never taken a lesson in my life.
Better yet a cartoon — Lizzie McGuire style.
My therapist (who likes the books) was wanting it to be like Lizzie McGuire. She also can't wait to compare notes with me on it. I love my therapist. She knows exactly how to walk the line between the awesome older sister I never had and therapist who will push me out of my comfort zones.